Without hesitation, she proffered the device to him.

Holden found himself unable to resist that beseeching gaze. He crouched down, his fingers tenderly grazing Adele's tousled hair, as he gently inquired, “Adele, do you wish to make a phone call to someone?"

Adele bowed her head, her response a hushed silence, her tiny fingers tracing patterns across the screen.

With unwavering patience, Holden waited. In time, Adele nodded, her voice a soft murmur.

"Call."